Had an author hang today, and it was delightful. It was just four of us, but that made it so easy to have a nice long catch up. One author I knew decently already, but the other two I’d only ever met very briefly, so it was really cool to get to know them. Community is so important, particularly face-to-face community, and, yeah. Just very glad that I did it. It was a good hang.
I got my pages done. I watched some F1 (which is finally back). I took a very brief nap. Watched Grand Designs in the evening with my bear. Helped her with an audition…yeah. That was my day.
I’m just in that grind right now, you know? My days feel like they’re so singular with their focus, so consumed by pushing this book across the finish line. It’s all I think about in the marginal spaces of my day, like sitting in bed right now. How many pages I got done today. How many I intend to get done tomorrow and when…I’m very one-note at the moment. But the book is nearly done. Home stretch. Go time. And close to just being ready for the book to be done, you know?
‘Course you do.
Night night.